Maybe it it because I got a contract to right another article (during my blogging hiatus I was actually paid by two national publications in my field for my writing) for a pretty prominent magazine in my professional field. Being paid to write. You have no idea. That's like someone writing me a paycheck for eating pizza... it's not as good as sex but it sure the hell beats work.
Maybe it was my beautiful daughter yelling "Daddy!" as she climbed out of the car seat to greet me when my wife came home.
Maybe it was my Higher Power stepping in and reminding me that This too, shall pass.
But I really don't think it was any of those things... I think it was because I wandered over to Cute Overload and saw this:
Dammit, it is well nigh impossible to feel sorry for yourself when you look at a photo like that of a poor dog in socks...
And yeah, that's right, I'm a guy and I wear kilts and hang out at Cute Overload. You wanna make something out of it, huh? Huh? You want your ass kicked by a guy in a skirt? Didn't think so.
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